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The water in the pot boils and makes a "gurgling" sound. Liang Jingyi unpacks the instant noodles and puts the dough into the pot naturally.

In the room, only the sound of cooking noodles could be heard.

All of a sudden, there was a patter outside, and it rained.

Liang Jingyi sprinkled the seasoning bag in the pot, and did not return to the ground as if Fu Jiyao, "help me close the living room window, thank you."

Fu Jiyao did not go to see the "daughter red" in the middle of the cabinet, put down the pillow in his arms, and strode to the living room window to close the window.

The moist hot air squeezed in from the screen window and hit Fu Jiyao's face with warm air.

The lock of the glass fell down, blocking the heat out of the window, and the warm air squeezed in was also dispersed in the room.

After closing the window, Fu Jiyao did not go back to the sofa, but stood in front of the living room lockers and looked at the things in the cupboard.

Before going to check the situation of Liang Jingyi's small rental house, he noticed that Liang Jingyi's house had no miscellaneous small objects.

Yesterday, he helped Liang Jingyi to put together the bookshelves. When he left, his home was not tidied up, and it was empty everywhere.

But now he came to look at it and found that the boxes and boxes were missing, and the room was well organized.

Of course, except for the suitcase of clothes at the door.

It seems that a few of the "old red" and "empty" books are in the cupboard.

"The noodles are cooked."

Liang Jingyi put the noodles into two bowls and called Fu Jiyao as he washed the pot.

Fu Jiyao "um" a sentence, but the line of sight is still in front of the locker.

"What are you looking at?" Liang Jingyi put the bowl on the table, "is there anything on my cabinet that appeals to you?"

Fu Jiyao stood upright in front of the cabinet with his hands in his pockets.

"There's nothing that appeals to me." He went to the table and sat down.

Liang Jingyi snorted coldly and put the chopsticks "pa" on his bowl, "then you still see?"

"It's the people who put things that attract me," Fu Jiyao said, picking up chopsticks and facing Liang Jingyi, "are you implying me by putting the betrothal gift in such a conspicuous place?"

Liang Jingyi repeated a face, "hint you take your betrothal gift to get out of my house."

Fu Jiyao hummed a few times, did not speak again, concentrate on eating noodles in his hand.

The noodles in the bowl have nothing to add except instant noodles, seasoning bag, eggs and vegetables, but Fu Jiyao is very happy to eat.

One reason is that he is really hungry. Another reason is that Liang Jingyi did it.

"You just said that you woke up from hunger to find something to eat?" Fu Jiyao poured himself a glass of water and took a drink. "It's just over eleven o'clock. What time did you go to bed?"

Liang Jingyi handed a cup to him, and Fu Jiyao poured him a glass of water.

"Thank you."

Liang Jingyi sipped water like a cat and said, "I went to bed at nine o'clock."

Fu Jiyao startled, "so early?"

Liang Jingyi gave him a cold eye, "go to bed at nine o'clock and get up at five o'clock. Is there any problem? There's nothing to do at night. Why don't you sleep? "

When he said this, Liang Jingyi also had a natural appearance.

"Don't you surf the Internet before you go to bed?" Fu Jiyao asked.

"Looking at a mobile phone before bed not only affects vision, but also reduces sleep quality," Liang said